"Heh, a good person?" I sneered, then sprang back to my senior brother's side.
Senior Brother Hai gave me a complicated look and shook his head. He laughed. "You've really come to terms with it. Look at your Granny Meng—she's being pincered from both sides too, and now this Jiang Lan has started jumping around again."
I sighed and extended my hand, casting a Blood Robe. Granny Meng instantly returned to her original state. Li Mufan and Jiang Lan's eyes nearly split with rage. My Blood Robe was simply too heaven-defying!
The Blood Robe was the eternal signature of the ghost-raising path. Its appearance allowed ghosts to stand undefeated among opponents of the same rank.
Li Mufan and Jiang Lan immediately became as tense as facing a great enemy again. Granny Meng's trademark cackling rang out once more. "Good! Good! Two against one, bullying an old woman! Dan Long, stop standing around and watching. Our little master has stepped forward, so why don't you kill them all? Li Mufan is nothing but a swordsman. As for this Jiang Lan—heehee, snap her neck, and she won't be worth a damn! Just trash!"
Granny Meng was delighted. She suddenly appeared in front of me and rubbed my head. "This is the successor of our Ghost Gate! He'll soon become the leader of the whole world! Whoever dares bully him is bullying this old woman!"
I smiled. It was only natural for Granny Meng to think this way. She had her reasons for remaining hidden from the world, after all. Grandma was also locked inside the Blood Cloud Coffin. I was the only true successor of the ghost path. Zhou Xuan wasn't—she was a ghost and couldn't use ghost-path arts at all.
A black shadow suddenly appeared behind Li Mufan. It wielded a